My lighthouse

3 AM call

This is Amira^^

Ryle's POV~

I wake up with a start, before realizing the my phone was the reason. I grab it from my night stand and look at who's calling me at--I look up at the time--3 AM!

It's Amira.

I answer right away, because there might be something wrong if she's calling me at this hour.

"Hey, what's wrong."

"Ryleee, she dieddd," she says, sobbing.

I immediately sit up.

"Who died?"

"My grandmaaaa," she says, still crying.

"OMG, I'm so sor-"

"I've been watching this show for years and she was the best character and she fucking di-"

"HOLD ON, IT'S A FUCKING SHOW??"

She has gotta be kidding me.

"Of course, it's a show, but I can't believe she die-"

"I'm hanging up."

I hang up the next second and go back to sleep. I can't believe she woke me up for that. God, this girl is crazy.

When I wake up again, it's already 12 PM. I can't believe I slept in this much. I guess it's fine since it's a Sunday but I have to wake up at 5 AM tomorrow and that means I have to sleep early.

I go downstairs to find my dad in his study and my mom sitting at the dining table on her computer, also working.

For as long as I can remember, my parents have always been working. Any time me and Jeremiah had a play or a curriculum day, they would be too busy to come. That's why every time we had parents day or a curriculum night, we would just go to the playground and play. 

It had always been me and Jeremiah against the world.

But he left me and it's just me now.

The night it happened was a Sunday night and we all wanted to go out for the last time that weekend before school. It was me, Adrian, and Jeremiah. Adrian was our childhood best friend. He was the guy people get scared of when they look at him, but he was actually a real sweetheart and would do anything for the people he loves. Just like how he pushed me out of the car before helping himself. Adrian was driving at the time since we took turns driving. I was in the passenger seat next to him and Jeremiah was in the back with all of Adrian's college stuff. Adrian was 2 years older than us, so he wasn't going to school the next day with us. Instead he was going to back to his campus.

We were all just laughing and jamming to some music when all of a sudden, a car was driving the opposite was and it was obviously a drunk driver, and he hit the car from the front closer to Adrian's side. Adrian had broken his leg two days ago and it was in a cast, so it was almost impossible for him to get his leg out but at least he was trying. When he saw me struggling to get my seatbelt off, he clicked it for me and pushed me out. Just as the car caught on fire. I could hear some sirens from a distance but my main focus was getting Jeremiah out. It looked like he couldn't get his seatbelt off and all of Adrian's stuff was on top of him. I opened his car door, and started throwing out everything out. My hand was getting burned but I didn't care. I had to get him out. I had to. Just as I was about to click his seatbelt off, the whole back seat caught on fire. I still tried to get him out but someone was holding me back. I kept screaming and kicking. Yelling Jeremiah's name but the person holding me didn't care. They just kept holding me back.
I later learned that it was one of the officers that saw our car. He kept saying, "there's nothing you can do now," over and over and I just kept thinking. He can't be gone. He's my twin. Twins aren't supposed to die before each other. He can't be gone. And then I remembered Adrian and realize that he didn't get out either.

The days after went by in a blur. I don't remember anything except that I was brought in to tell them exactly what happened, and then the funeral, the burial, and then just emptiness.
The night Jeremiah and Adrian died left this huge hole in my chest right above my rib age and I don't think it's ever going to be filled up.
As I go to the kitchen to get a pop-tart, I find the box empty. I get my keys from the hanger next to the front door and put my shoes on. I leave without saying a single word to my parents.
I get in my dad's car without even asking, because if he cared then he should've said something. I don't really know where I'm going but I know I can't stay in the house with both of them there.
I sit in the car for a few minutes just staring at my house. My house is the typical white neighborhood house, with black windows and a red front door with a medium size porch with a white swing. The swing looks about as old as my grandma, but no one cares because no one has ever used it as far as I know. I only used it once with Jeremiah 2 weeks before he died. That's when I told him I was gay. He just hugged me and said that it didn't matter who I loved, because he would always love me.

We have a white fence that leads to out backyard. We used to have a small swing set when me and Jere were little but we threw it out when we got to middle school. Our backyard has more dirt than it does grass so it's not the best sight.
I back out out of my driveway and call Amira.
She answers on the third ring.

"Hey Ryle, what's up?"
"Heyy, you free today?" I ask.
"I think so, why?"
"You wanna go to that town next to ours?"
"The one that has 3 libraries in every street?" She asks, laughing.
"Yup," I answer.
"Yea sure, text Conrad too, have him come with us."
"Alright, see ya."
"Byeee"

I hang up and go to text Conrad. We've known him for about 2 months now and he seems really nice. He also told us why he moved and I felt really bad for him. But he also proved my point about not wanting to come out to anyone in this town. Don't get me wrong there are a lot of pride families, but there a lot of people who aren't too.
I'm just trying to go under the radar this year and graduate without any problems.

There are two things I don't like about Conrad. The first thing is that he is too hot for his own good. And two, he's gay! Which gives me the small hope that I don't like. Even thought I came out as gay, I never really had a crush on anyone. But ever since the first time I saw him next to the front office, I had this feeling on my stomach like there were butterflies, but I had to ignore that feeling because I was not looking for any kind of relationship.

As I tell Conrad to come meet us at the mall I drive to the nearest fast-food place and it turns out to be McDonald's. I get myself a breakfast sandwich and drive to the mall to wait for them.
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Pheww! Another chapter.
And this was a very long one. I know it was all Ryle's POV but don't worry I'll make it up to you. I haven't updated in a while but I've been busy. Sorryyyy.

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